Harry Potter and the Werewolf's Passion
By
Seremela
It all started in Harry's sixth year. That's when Voldemort was the strongest. Harry layed on his bed at the Dursleys thinking about Sirius, looking at his mum and Dad's wedding picture. 'Why does everyone I love die?' he thought. 'One hour to go til my birthday'. Of course he wasn't excepting the Dursley to get him any presents he wished he could use magic to get him something. He was locked in his room yet again three weeks ago Harry had smarted off to his Uncle Vernon when he was saying how behaved Dudley was ,"Yeah" Harry had said, "about as well trained as a pig in a china store." He got up and looked out of the window.
Not looking at anything really just passing time he caught his reflection in the window. Staring back at him was a pale, skinny boy about sixteen with enchanting emerald eyes looking out of black coke-bottle glasses, wearing a red shirt and jeans three sizes too large for him; he had grown a lot physically and emotionally. Before he realized it he was staring at the most beautiful girl he had ever seen she had long shiny black hair that caught the street light when she moved and when she turned around Harry could tell his heart stopped then started at full speed his mouth went dry and he was blushing furiously. A family was moving in next door across the street but why at night? And why did she look so familiar?
The next day Petunia would complain about not seeing the neighbors' things and Vernon would say that's what you do when your things aren't very nice and expensive they probably have an orange shag couch! "Language Vernon language" Petunia replied distractedly looking out of the window to see a car coming down the street. "Who on Earth would ever put pink interior in a blue car?" "I'll get it." Uncle Vernon said, meaning the knock at the door. He put down his paper and walked to the door pausing to let Dudley in. Voices could be heard from the hall but it wasn't the voices of the postman Vernon was conversing with a second later Harry, who had been let out of his room because Aunt Petunia had been too busy looking out the window to bother with breakfast.
Harry was making eggs and Dudley was watching his shows on the television in the kitchen. "Petunia looked who stopped by" Petunia immediately turned around as she heard the door open and in the beautiful girl Harry had saw the night before came in. The kitchen seemed to glow even brighter then its usual sheen.